A long, long time ago there was a volcano living all alone in the middle of the sea. He sat high above his bed watching all the couples play and wishing that he had someone, too. And from his lava came a song of hope that he sang out loud every day for years and years

Years of singing all alone turned his lava into stone until he was on the brink of extinction but little did he know that living in the sea below another volcano was listening to his song. Every day she heard his tune her lava grew and grew because she believed his song was meant for her.

The volcano grew and finally met him and now if you see two volcanoes, those two volcanoes are together until the end of the world.

Pseudonym: Antonio Naranjado

James Ulrich used to be an employee in a textile factory in Newcastle. Despite his mediocre life, he started to have luck on his side when, suddenly, he became a millionnaire. He had won the lottery and he just couldn’t believe it.

Apart from his nearest relatives, he didn’t tell anyone about the enormous fortune he had amassed. Without thinking and not appreciating the consequences, he began to spend his great amount of money on cars, houses, whims… Meanwhile, everything was perfect for him but, a few years later, the problems began to appear, and he wasn’t able to stop them. His debts grew and all his money and false friends that had come with it disappeared. Consequently, he was forced to come back to the old factory and work there for the rest of his life.

Pseudònim: Jason Hammett

John climbs the stairs of the court calmly. This upward walking is the opposite of what his life has been in the last decade. Now, he appears not to have the strength to move his legs or open the heavy door that gives access to a complex machine driven by officials who work absorbed by the diversity of issues to confront. His presence is unnoticed. An invisibility impossible to foresee a few years ago. Although wearing old clothes, his way of moving is a pride that doesn’t want to lose. But it doesn’t become arrogant. He doesn’t want to sacrifice what had been. The dignity shouldn’t be missed even if life has given you a change. An identity doesn’t allow waivers. He lets out a girl but doesn’t receive a polite reply for this deference. Silence gives him two lessons. The law won’t remember his splendorous past. And John will irremediably become a statistic data that will add in a judicial yearbook.

Pseudònim: La casa del copy

There I was, Mark Johan, in front of the Emperor Rayven. My enemy. The same person who destroyed my village, killed all my friends and he also kidnapped my family. It was time to take revenge for all the suffering he had put me through. I gripped very strong my sword which had been forged by my great friend Anthony and without thinking for a second, I attacked the Emperor with all my wrath. Fighting alongside my anger was a great error because it made me fail a lot until I stopped and meditated. After this small break, the real fight started. The emperor didn´t expect that change of rhythm, so it gave me the victory. When people started to know about the death of the Emperor Rayven, they felt glad because they knew that finally they were free. I, Mark Johan, spent the rest of my life living with my family.

Pseudònim: Latbor